Audrey jolted upright in bed, gasping for air as a cold sweat covered her skin. Her heart thundered, her pulse erratic as fragments of a haunting nightmare lingered in her mind. Amelia’s cold, calculating smile eerily familiar yet distanthaunted her as she stood beside Adam, both of them dressed in wedding attire. Amelia’s voice taunted her, icy and mocking, as she whispered, “You don’t belong here.” Those words echoed, slicing through Audrey with a sharpness that felt all too real, fueling a familiar but unfathomable fear.
Her hands trembled as she tried to shake off the eerie vision. The image felt like a warning, a memory resurfacing to remind her of things she’d tried hard to bury. “Why now?” she whispered, clutching her blanket tightly. She felt as if the dream had been pulling her
